under an overpass, over last fall. id fall hard to get back from a passerby to our last goodbye. i left sentiment in wet cement to dry. from a city bus ive been missing what could have been, wondering what would happen if we set sail and let failure do its worse. pack up the back up burners ive been leaning hard on the time we've got left. meaning to start untying knots. these tangles and frays could say all we need to say. mouths dont speak about what beats under your chest. miles of scenic towns and streets getting the best of me, and without you around this window seat is winning ever round. ive been leaning hard.